I took the picture of today driving back from my first booster shot. I like the effect of the snow and the wet window I was taking my pictures through. Continue reading “Day 2124, science.”
Day 2124, science.
Day 2121, newspapers.
I love reading old newspapers, they tell today’s news with another charm.
Underneath you can see some pages from the New York Times, enjoy.
Continue reading “Day 2121, newspapers.”Day 2120, another view from my window.
The dark air stayed behind
when I closed the door
of the kitchen that already smelled
like the meal I will make
~
I opened the door
to the living room where the sun
still lit
a warmth that slowly left
cold glass
the earth turns
~
I stared at it
the colors that are left
without feeling
the motion
~
the smell from the kitchen
lured me away
I can soon sit down
and rest
inside
Day 2119, looking for.
I woke up
walking between white trees
and black branches
~
my new world was chaos
trees everywhere
but here
~
I fell backward
stumbled
it turned
~
I saw the rows
suddenly
and the trees
for the first time
~
disorder was just a misstep
and a turn
away
~
am I now afraid
to move
is that what I thought
just before I fell asleep
again
Day 2118, slowly.
When I stand in the forest
dark
staring at the sky
the tops of the trees sharp
outlined
against the blue
of the leftover day
~
I see the moon
slowly
moving
reassuring me
for another tomorrow
Day 2117, patiently.
The white edge
of the hill
separates the sunset
from the morning
~
the snow in the shadow
waits patiently
for the edge
Day 2116, another winter day.
The cold valley moved
with the shadows
the disappearing sun
left
to linger
~
the colors in the sky
where no longer
reflected
Day 2115, view from a view from my window.
I love reading letters written by people I admire like this example written by Friedrich Nietzsche to his good friend Peter Gast; it humanizes these people from who you normally only read the best they can produce and not about their daily lives. This comes out of a book written in 1921 by Oscar Levy, who translated a lot of Nietzsche’s work when it first got known outside Germany. You can read the book on archive.org, this letters starts on on page 139.
NIETZSCHE TO PETER GAST.
Sils-MaIaria, end of August, 1881.
But this is splendid news, my dear friend! Above all that you should have finished! At the thought of· this first great achievement of your life, I feel indescribably happy and solemn ; I shall not fail to remember August 24, 1881 ! How things are progressing ! But as soon as I think of your work I am overcome by a Continue reading “Day 2115, view from a view from my window.”
Day 2114, Drive.
The scenery was white
like on a grey day
~
it was not cold
but there was still snow
on some of the trees
~
and the sun just left
but did not forget
to set the tone
for the past day
~
I looked at it
for a moment
Day 2113, from my window 13
Lonely tree, besides an empty crossing.
Day 2112, from my window 12.
The wilderness outside.
Day 2111, from my window 11.
The world is slowly turning, but I can still see the remainder of this beautiful sunset when I look over my shoulder.
Essays, Of custom, and that we should not easily change a law received.
“My perfumed doublet gratifies my own smelling at first; but after I have worn it three days together, ’tis only pleasing to the bystanders. This is yet more strange, that custom, notwithstanding long intermissions and intervals, should yet have the power to unite and establish the effect of its impressions upon our senses, as is manifest in such as live near unto steeples and the frequent noise of the bells. I myself lie at home in a tower, where every morning and evening a very great bell rings out the Ave Maria: the noise shakes my very tower, and at first seemed insupportable to me; but I am so used to it, that I hear it without any manner of offense, and often without awaking at it.”
Michel de Montaigne
Day 2110, from my window 9.
Most people’s inner lives are hidden behind a mist, like the trees in this picture. We all have lost people we love in our lives, and for me, it has always been emotional, not only for the fact that you can never speak with them again but more so for all the stories that are gone, buried with them.
Because life to me is a relatively predictable event, I like to embellish my own history and spin a propper story for me to remember and give life some ground and meaning. We probably all do that one way or another. When my grandmother died, she took with her a whole life of experiences, and we were left with only hints to them; her life story was gone. It made me sad that life made her keep all these stories to herself and sad that I never properly tried to talk to her about it. Because, I ask you: what is life but just a few great moments and emotions you experience. My grandmother’s most significant moments and wisdom are forever gone, and I wished she had shared them so they could live on in me and others.
I see value in a life that makes sense and does not just pass by, as Socrates said years ago: “an unexamined life is not worth living.” An “examined” life can be told in a few sentences and given as a gift to your loved ones when your time has come.
Day 2109, from my window 7.
Another year is almost over, and the funny thing is, you don’t have to do anything for it; it’s a straight line no matter what happened on the sides of that road.
Day 2108, from my window 6.
Like a branch that finds its way
going where the sun is
in the evening
in de morning
tomorrow
only the sun
the light
justify
makes sense
looking down
to your branch
a past
your reason
a truth
a reach
for light
Day 2107, from my window 5.
The camera used as an art tool can make the dark darker and the light lighter. Is it more interesting than the real world? Or true?
“As I work at my drawings, day after day, what seemed unattainable before is now gradually becoming possible. Slowly, I’m learning to observe and measure. I don’t stand quite so helpless before nature any longer.”
Vincent van Gogh
Nochrisis 